Welcome to Poetry Friday Mainia! It is a fun-filled five days in our area with Bath's Heritage Days in full swing! I hope you have a wonderful Fourth of July on Saturday.
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After my Tuesday post about the Coincidental Seagull, I picked up my cast iron fisherman and set him on the kitchen countertop. I looked at the magnetic words on the side of the refrigerator and assembled this poem. It just seemed to fit him.
Then I took down some rocks I have on the kitchen windowsill to add to the rocky coast as a scene for his photo. These are rocks I collected on a trip to Newfoundland my siblings and mother took to do genealogy on my father's family.
The whole setting reminded me of my grandfather who came down to the States from his fishing village of Pouch Cove, Newfoundland, as a young married man with a little baby girl. My uncle and father were born here a few years later.
Come listen, child;
the morning wind breathes